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THE FIRST LOCUST 



By 

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THE FIRST LOCUST 

Produced on February 25, 191 1, at the Surbiton Assembly 
Rooms, with the following cast of characters : — 
Mrs. Waffron (a young and wealthy 

widow) . Mrs. Osman Giddy. 

Harry Uphill (a Bachelor) . . Mr. Osman Giddy 

Francis Goatseye (a Servant) : . Mr. Kenneth Howell 



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i. Carpet. 

2. Table. 

3. Chrysanthemum plant in flower-pot on table (white 

flowers). 

4. Table. 

5. Chrysanthemum plant in flower- pot on table (red 

flowers). 

6. Chrysanthemum plant in flower-pot (yellow flowers). 

7. Mantel-board. Ribbons hanging therefrom as border. 

8. Usual knick-knacks to include a small brass vase. 

9. Framed photo of a man (on table). 

10. Armchair. 

11. Small chair. 

12. Small round table with an open letter upon it. 

13. Armchair. 

14. Hearthrug. 

15. On wall, a framed picture of the late Mr. Waffron. 

16. Picture on wall. 

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THE FIRST LOCUST 

Scene. — A drawing-room. 

Time. — The Present. Morning dress. 

(Enter Mr. Uphill, a, carrying hat and stick, ushered 
(i , in by Servant.) 

Uphill. Tell your mistress that I happened to be 
passing and I just dropped in — and — er — that — er — 
Mr. Uphill, you know. 

Servant. Yes, sir (hesitates) and — 

Uphill. And here's half a crown for you. 

Servant (drawing back). I am not permitted to 
accept — half-crowns, sir. 

Uphill (continues in same tone of voice) — half a 
sovereign for you. (Hands it.) 

Servant (glancing at coin). My mistress, sir, is 
not at home. 

Uphill. No' p.f fcor^e p TV— me, what an extra- 
ordinary coincidence. Let me see, I forget your name 
for the moment. It isn't by any chance George 
Washington ? 

Servant. My name, sir, is Francis Goatseye. . 

Uphill. Goatseye ! Maiden name Francis- not 
Ananius ? Charming ! Well, my dear Goatseye, 
we must be great friends. Here's another half- 
sovereign for you. Has she come back yet. ? 

Servant. No, sir. 

Uphill. Not yet ? Ah, well, here's another. Is 
she in now ? 



JO THE FIRST LOCUST. 

Servant (looking at money). I fancy I hear her 
coming in, sir. 

Uphill Ah ! I thought you might with those 
quick ears of yours. Tell her that I have been travel- 
ling night and day to see her for a few moments on a 
matter of the utmost importance. 

Servant (bewildered). That you happened to be 
passing and ■ ;; 

Uphill (steps up to Servant). Exactly — night 
and day ! (Hands hat and stick to Servant.) 

(Exit Servant, bewildered.) 

(Soliloquizing.) Never — or now ! To-day is mine. 
Yes — 'but to-morrow — to-morrow, when London 
learns that she has returned, suitors will swarm like 
•locusts. Well ! Let 'em swarm. I'm the first 
locus t in the field. (Goes round the room examining the 

-furniture.) At least, I fancy so — unless Perfect 

taste. Perfect ! Hello, who's this ? (Looking at 
photo. (9) Some admirer, I suppose. Bah! How can 
a woman of her judgment pick up with a common, 
coarse-looking, .fish-eyed, fat-headed idiot like this ? 
{Picks it up). Oh ! it's my own photograph. Um ! 
Now I look at it it isn't really so bad. Ha ! (Puts 
it back.) Good omen that ! 

(Enter Servant.) 

Servant. Mrs. Waffron will be with you in five 
minutes, sir — if you'll kindly take a chair. 

(Uphill sits on chair (13).) 

Uphill. Thank you. 

(Exit Servant.) 

(Uphill picks up a letter.) 

Hello ! A man's hand or I'm a Dutchman. (Reads.) 
" My dear Mrs. Waffron,"— Oh, indeed ! His dear 
Mrs. Waffron. (Glances round.) Shall I ? (Hesi- 
tates.) Can I permit a woman's chance of life-long 



THE FIRST LOCUST. 11 

happiness with me to be jeopardized by a paltry- 
scruple ? No ! (Opens letter again and reads with 
appropriate ejaculations.) " You have not forgotten 
your fellow-traveller and those happy days at Hom- 
burg ? I hope to be in London on the seventeenth " 
— bless my soul ! to-day ! "I will come and see you 
that afternoon at four o'clock. There is something 
I have to ask you " — Is there indeed. Ah, well, I'll 
ask her something first, my old friend. Let me see 
(Looks at his watch and starts tip) a quarter to four. 
Well, I've got a quarter of an hour. Plenty ! (con- 
tinues letter). " There is something I have to ask you 
and there could be no better day for my question than 
your birthday." (Excitedly.) Her birthday— the 
seventeenth — to-day — Done ! ! " Yours " -— her's ! ! 
— " Henry de la Grange FitzHerbert." Her birth- 
day ! her birthday ! Of course it is ! Oh, you fool, 
to have forgotten it. Oh, you empty-headed, empty- 
handed idiot. Why I haven't even a bouquet — let 
alone a present — not a single solitary flower — not a — 
(Looks round.) Why not ? (Rises and goes to a pot 
of chrysanthemums , taking out his pocket-knife.) Why 
not a few chrysanthemums ? White — typical of 
the purity of my devotion ! (Cuts some.) Red- 
emblem of the depth of my passion ! (Cuts some.) 
And yellow signifying — er — er — no — not gold — no — 
yes, the wealth of my love. (Cuts some.) The whole 
tastefully (cuts off some ribbon hanging from the mantel- 
piece) bound up with ribbon and the widow's flutter- 
ing heart is mine. (Pauses.) But is it ? Can I 
afford to be uncertain ? May not this FitzHerbert 
bring more than flowers ? (Contemplates flowers.) 
Charming. Yes. A delicate attention delicately 
conceived — true. But the fault lies in the very 
delicacy. Unsubstantial beauty— dying with to- 
morrow. Charming a woman's sense, but never 
taking her heart by storm ! Briefly, a present becomes 
necessary. Something she can keep for ever. Some- 
thing I can match to-morrow. (Looks round.) 



12 THE FIRST LOCUST. 

Aha ! (Takes a brass vase from the mantelshelf.) And 
here we have it ! Tasteful — chaste, and I can get its 
very duplicate at Blankley's to-night. And a piece 
of paper. (Takes down a handsome volume (20) and 
tears out a blank page with which he wraps it up.) The 
widow is mine even if in winning her [ have to trifle 
with Truth itself. (Puts the parcel in his pocket and 
the flowers on a chair) (11). 

(Enter Mrs. Waffron, c.) 

Mrs. Waffron. Oh. Mr. Uphill — I am so sorry 

Uphill (raising her extended hand to his lips.) At 
last! 

Mrs. W. Don't reproach me. I fear I have kept 
you waiting some time ! 

Uphill. It has been well spent. (Impressively.) 
Mrs. Waffron, I have travelled night and day, over 
seas and across continents, to wish you very many 
happ}' returns of your birthday. 

Mrs. W. How sweet of you ! I thought you had 
forgotten. Indeed, Francis said something about 
your " happening ti b : near and dropping in." 

Uphill (smiling and shrugging his shoulders.) Ah, 
these servants ! (Picks up bouquet.) Mrs. Waffron, 
these poor flowers give those words the lie. 

Mrs. W. (taking them with ecstasy.) How charming ! 
How beautiful ! How can I thank you ? 

Uphill. You shall not try. They are yours ! I 
mean they are your slaves ! Your subjects ! 

Mrs. W. (pointing to the flowers left in the pots). 
Look, they are my favourite flowers. (Steps towards 
the plants.) . See, my children, your friends visit you. 
(Touches them with bouquet.) 

Uphill. Friends ? Aye, closer still ! 

Mrs. W. Yes, they are relations ! 

Uphill. Near ones. 

Mrs. W. And if they could but speak 

Uphill (alarmed.) Speak! They can't speak ? 

Mrs. W. How absurd— (coyly) but if they could, 



THE FRIST LOCUST. 13 

what might they not say ! Who told you that they 
were my favourite flowers ? 

Uphill. Inspiration ever went hand in hand with 
love. 

Mrs. W. (archly). Now, Mr. Uphill— pretty 
speeches (cross L.) — I warned you once before. I 
will have these dears put in water at once. Will 
you ring for Francis ? 

Uphill. Certainly. (Presses electric bell. Senti — 
mentally* I ) Mrs. Waffron, your servant should be 
a happy man ! 

Mrs. W. Yes ? He gave me notice yesterday ! 
(Uphill nonplussed.) 

(Enter Servant.) 

Oh, Francis, put these beautiful flowers that Mr. 
Uphill has brought me in water. (Turns away and 
sits L. (19).) 

Servant. Yes, ma'am. 

(Business. Servant looks at flowers, then at those 
left in the pots and then at Mr. Uphill.) 

(Mr. Uphill puts his hand in his pocket and gives him 
a number of coins — Mrs. Waffron not seeing this.) 

(Exit Servant, grinning.) 

Mrs. W. Now come and sit down and let's have 
a chat over old times. Tell me how often you have 
been in love since we said good-bye ? 

Uphill. Only once. (Sits chair (n).) 

Mrs. W. (with hauteur). Indeed ! Is that all ? 

Uphill. I fell in love once and since then 1 am 
in love for all time. 

Mrs. W. (smiling). Please don't be ridiculous. 1 
knew you would forget me. 

Uphill (with feeling). Forget you ! Ah, if only 1 
could ! 

Mrs. W. (sentimentally). You did not ? 

Uphill. I cannot ! 



14 THE FIRST LOCUST. 

Mrs. W. Can I believe you, Mr. Uphill ? 

Uphill. Let me prove my words. (Starts up.) 
There is a trinket (takes vase from his pocket) — a trifle 
which I have guarded as something almost sacred 
since the day I found it — won it — nay, stole it, if you 
will — so that I might ask von at the last to accept it 
on your birthday. (Hanis hzr the parcel containing 
the vase.) 

Mrs. W. Mr. Uphill— I must not— 

Uphill (with meaning). Take it — you must. It 
is yours ! 

Mrs. W. What a bachelor's parcel ! 

Uphill. Dear lady, before you open it let me tell 
you that this trinket — worthless as it may appear — • 
possesses a strange and thrilling.romance which might 
well amaze you. 

Mrs. W. How perfectly delightful. Do tell me. 
You know how romantic I am. 

Uphill, f do. It was thus. Torn by the an- 
guish of leaving you last autumn I fled, distracted, 
careless of my direction, to the blue Alsatian Moun- 
tains, where I encountered (piusc) a blue Alsatian. 

Mrs. W. How thrilling ! (Turns towards Uphill 
with an expression of interest.) I had always imagined 
that the colour r :ferre ] i the mountains and not to 
the people. 

Uphill. A delusion, I assure yon. An optical 
delusion. 

Mrs. W. Yes, yes — go on. 
. Uphill. Where was I ? — yes — encountered a blue 
Alsatian. I instantly dosed with him (gesture). 

Mrs. W. Closed with him ? Wasn't that rather 
sudden ? 

Uphill. Not at all. In the blue Alsatian Moun- 
tains early closing is practically universal. 

Mrs. W. I see. 

Uphill. For three hours we struggled back- 
wards— — 

Mrs. W. Backwards? 



F~ THE FIRST LOCUST. 15 

'"' Uphill. And forwards", until an idea occurred to 
me. 

Mrs. W. Never. 

Uphill. I took out my knife and cut off his head 

Mrs. W. Oh ! ! 

Uphill. To my astonishment the lips of the 
severed head uttered these remarkable words : 
" Knowest thou whom I am ? " To which 1 replied 
in the vernacular. " I am," it continued, " the blue 
Llama." 

Mrs. W . The blue Llama, ? The mystic priest ? 

Uphill. In sections! "'Search in my robe," it 
added with a livid smile, "where thou shalt find a 
bauble, and when thou shalt discover the fairest woman 
in the world give it unto her ; and thou shalt know 
her D3< T this sign— that she hath a trinket which re- 
sembleth this." 

Mrs. W. (looking at the purer! in her hand). This? 
And you have sought her ?, 

Uphill. I have searched the wide world over! 
North, South, East. West, including the North Pole, 
Wapping Old St; Himalaya Mountains, the 

Nile and the New Cut, and I have found none so fair 
as yourself. 

Mrs. \Y. Not one so fair. 

Uphill. Not one! Therefore, Mrs. WafTron, 1 
give you what is really and truly your own more 
rightly and really than your modesty will allow you 
to suspect. 

Mrs. W. Oh, Mr. Uphill. I cannot admit it. Even 
if your misplaced devotion may have led you to put 
too high a value upon my poor beauty— such as it is — 
I am sure that I have not a trinket that corresponds 
in the way the Llama prophesied. 

Uphill (dramatically). Open and see ! Even if 
my devotion has caused me to err, the gods do not 
lie'! 

Mrs. W. (opens it, screams hysterically and rises). 
Heaven and Earth ! What is this ? , 



16 THE FIRST LOCUST. 

Uphill. What, indeed ? 

Mrs. W. Forgive me if I doubted your word for 
an instant. Mr. Uphill, you have chosen aright 

Uphill. The fairest woman in the world ! 

Mrs. W. For I have a trinket which is its perfect 
copy. You do not believe me ? 

Uphill. I had a strange presentiment, dear Mrs. 
Waffron. (Takes her hand.) Ah, dear madam, there 
is some deep sweet meaning in this that we must 
solve together — you and I 

Mrs. W. Yes, yes, dear Mr. Uphill — some deep, 
secret meaning. How strange — how romantic. 

Uphill. Past thought or utterance. 

Mrs. W. So mystical — the fairest woman in the 
world. 

Uphill. You put it well indeed. 

Mrs. W. But now, now I must show you mine — its- 
twin. 

Uphill (rising energetically). Never ! 

Mrs. W. Never ! And why not ? (Puts the 
vase upon table (12) and crosses the stage, R.) 

Uphill (following her). Why not ? Mrs. Waffron, 
do you not realize that it would argue something of 
distrust upon my part to wish to see this other ? 

Mrs. \V. Not so. Look upon the mantelpiece 
there and you will find the exact counterpart of which 
the Llama spoke. 

Uphill. Dear Mrs. Waffron, let it be so — but 
to-morrow. Let us to-day speak of the Past — the 
Future, but not, oh not of the Present ! 

Mrs. W. Must I get it ? 

Uphill. No, Mrs. Waffron, you must not! Not 
for the world ! (Listening.) Stay — wasn't that a 
bell — your front door bell ? (Walks up to door c.) 

Mrs. W. Oh, no ! 

Uphill. Pardon me ! I distinctly heard— There 
it is again— (Comes down r . ) I must really be say- 
ing good-bye. 

Mrs. W. Pray sit down. It couldn't be the front 
door bell. 



THE FRITS LOCUST. 17 

Uphill. No ? 

Mrs. W. No. You broke it when you came. 

Uphill. Pray don't mention it — It was a rap — 
1 had intended to say it was a rap that I heard. So 
if I must be (About to go.) 

Mrs. W. (coldly). We have no knocker. 

Uphill. How positively delightful. No knocker ! 
Talking of knockers reminds me of the wittiest story 
I ever 

Mrs. V\ . (coldly). Yes? You remember, Mr. 
Uphill, that when you heard the front-door bell that 
does not ring and the knocker that doesn't exist you 
were about to get me my vase from the mantelpiece. 

Uphill. I was, Mrs. Waffron — but— 

Mrs. W. But it seems to me, Mr. Uphill, that this 
hesitation on your part suggests that you have al- 
ready observed some difference between the tokens. 

Uphill (energetically). No, I assure you— None — 
absolutely and unquestionably none. 

Mrs. W. Then let me see for myself. 

Uphill (steps to table (12). Certainly. 

Mrs. W. (suspiciously), as Uphill moves towards 
the mantelpiece). Seeing is believing, Mr. Uphill. 

(Uphill takes up the vase from the table and totters 
towards the mantelpiece. He places the vase on the 
mantelpiece and immediately picks it up again.) 

Uphill. Merciful powers ! Mrs. Waffron — is this 
possible — believable — credible — understandable ? 

Mrs. W. (moved). Is the spell true — the prophecy 
fulfilled ? 

Uphill. , To the letter. 

Mrs. W. Let me sec ! 

Uphill (takes the vase to her again). I can say no 
more. Look— and tell me what you see. 

Mrs. W. (crosses l. and takes vase from Uphill). 
(Melodramatically) I see a token that is twin to mine. 
Wrought with the cabalistic marks and patterned in 



18 THE FIRST LOCUST. 

the self-same way. Oh, Mr. Uphill, and I doubted 
you 

Uphill (pained). You did. 

Mrs. W. (examining vase). Look at this chasing — 
and that scroll — and the design — and this little bit 
of work Why ! they are twins ! 

Uphill. Twins ! Absolutely the same. 

Mrs. W. (looking about). But where did you put 
the one you gave me ? — Why, you stupid man, you've 
left it on the mantelpiece. Go and get it at once. 

(Uphill takes the vase from her.) 

How your hand trembles ! 

Uphill (tenderly). If you did but know the reason. 
Mrs.Wanron. Why should we waste these precious 
moments in 

Mrs. W. (sits (19) determinedly). Let me see the 
new one again 

(LTphill moves towards mantelpiece.) 

(Continuing.) The one you brought from the blue 
Alsatian Mountains. 

(Uphill pretends to put back on the mantelpiece the 
vase he is holding and then brings it again to Mrs. 
Waffron.) 

Mrs. W. Now, look — but is this your present to 
me or is it my own ? 

Uphill. It is the one I have just given you, but it 
is also your own — unless the Llama lied. 

Mrs. W. Oh, Mr. Uphill, what a flatterer you 
are ! Is not the resemblance strange indeed ? 

Uphill. Not strange to me. 

Mrs. W. You have no imagination, Mr. Uphill. 
It is a perfect counterpart. You remember the 
chasing I showed you on the other ? 

Uphill. It is chased on my brain. 



THE FIRST LOCUST. 19 

Mrs. W. Well, here it is on this ! Here is the 
scroll I pointed out ! Here is the pattern that I saw — 
Mr. Uphill, I have guessed the solution of this mystery. 

Uphill. Guessed it ! 

Mrs. W. (mysteriously). They must have been 
made by the same spirit hand. 

Uphill (with alacrity). Unquestionably — your 
woman's wit, Mrs. Waffron, has 

Mrs. W. Yes (looking about). Now you have 
taken away the other one — stupid. I want to see 
them both together. 

Uphill (stupidly). Both together ? Oh, no ! Not 
both together ! 

Mrs. W. (still holding the vase). Yes. How stupid 
you are Bring me the other one. 

Uphill (hopelessly) . Which other one ? 

Mrs. W. The one you put back on the mantel- 
piece — really, Mr. Uphill, I will get it myself. 
(Rises and steps towards the mantelpiece.) 

Uphill (crosses r.) (Aside). Done ! ! 

Mrs. W. (arriving at the mantelpiece) . Why — it isn't 
here ! What does this mean, sir ? Have you pre- 
sumed to trifle with me ? 

Uphill (wildly). Not there? Not there? 

Mrs. W. (steps r., quickly). No — here is mine — or 
yours. If it is mine, where is yours ? If it is yours, 
where is mine ? 

Uphill (ecstatically). Ah, the prophecy — the pro- 
phecy. Fulfilled ! Fulfilled ! 

Mrs. W. (as if overwhelmed). The prophecy ! What 
prophecy"? 

Uphill (steps towards Mrs. Waffron, a). Listen, 
Mrs. Waffron. When the Llama gave me this quest 
I — Heaven forgive me — I doubted. "By what sign," I 
•cried, "shall I know this woman — the most beautiful 
woman in the world ? " 

Mrs. W. By the vase. You told me so. 

Uphill. True. I said, " She may have a trinket that 
is the counterpart of thine, but even then will she not 



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20 THE FIRST LOCUST. 

doubt my almost incredible story ? " — as you have 
doubted. 

Mrs. W. 'Twas almost past belief ! (Two steps 
r. Half turns from Uphill.) 

Uphill. My words! My very words! " Give me 
a sign," I shrieked — " a magic sign, a miracle, by which 
to prove my words, and if need be, my love." 

Mrs. W. (turns to Uphill, startled). Your love ! 

Uphill. The purpling lips replied as the thunder 
rolled across the hills, " Doubt not. The two shall be 



one 



Mrs. W. (overwhelmed). Shall be one ! Oh, I am 
frightened of this magic ! 

Uphill (steps up to Mrs. Waffron). It is ful- 
filled — for by that mystic power my token and your 
token are one — one indivisibly, eternally. What was 
mine has faded into yours. What was yours has 
faded into mine. 

Mrs. W. Oh, Harry— Mr. Uphill. Don't leave 
me — I am terrified. 

Uphill (taking her in his arms). No harm can 
reach you in my arms, my dear. No terror touch you 
there. Read with me the lesson which Fate would 
teach us in this transcending miracle. " The two 
shall be one." u 

Mrs. W. Oh, Harry ! Harry ! 

(Enter Servant, c.) 

Servant (holding door half open) . Mr. de la Grange 
FitzHerbert wishes to know, ma'am, whether you are 
at home. 

Mrs. W. (with emotion). Tell him — that I — I — am 
— Engaged ! !, 

Uphill. Darling ! (Embrace.) 

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One copy del. to Cat. Div. 



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Uu»j acpc in tne large size, tUe uacfi. stene is 13 feet long and 9 teei hi^L ai»«i •-/. 
tends with the Wings and Borders to 20 feet long and 11$ feet high In the centr* 
is a French window, leading down to the ground, On the left wing is a fireplace 
with mirror above, and on the right wing is an oil painting. The whole scene is 
tastefully ornamented and beautifully coloured, forming a most elegant picture. 
The above is a representation of a box scene consisting of 38 sheets of paper, 
the extra sheets being used for the doors each side. 

& s. d. 
Back Scene, Border, and 1 Set of Wings, unmounted „ ..200 

Ditto, mounted 4 4 

Back Scene, Border, with 2 Sets of Wings as above to form Box 

Scene, unmounted .. ~ 2 10 

Ditto, mounted ^ « 6 6 

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is is aiso kept in the large size only. In the centre is a door i a.Ut <*. i .mi.<- 

the left centre is a rustic fireplace, and the right centre is a window, on tb* 

mgs are painted shelves, Ac, to complete the scene. The above is a repre>en 

tion of this scene with 1 set of Wings only (not a Box Scene), but a Box Seen* 

be made by purchasing the extra set of Wings. Prices and size same a? 

wing Roora Scene above 



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